(Yung Germ)
Laying down these verses
Put niggas in hearses
It's me and you versus
Me and all my curses
She want diamonds and purses?
But she ain't even earned shit
All these lessons I am learning
And tables that be turning
Trust myself to trust you
If it's f*ck me?
Then it's f*ck you
And anyone who love you
I don't hate me
I just lust you
Left my mind conflicted
Knowing it won't fix shit
I think that she's addicted to burning all these bridges
And painting vivid pictures of mischief and misery
They won't see the end of me make memories not enemies
They won't see the end of me make memories of enemy
I don't want the
Uh uh uh
They won't see the end of me make memories not enemies
They won't see the end of me make memories not enemies
She is addicted to the conflicted
She is addicted to the conflicted
She is addicted to the afflicted
She is addicted to the conflicted
Yeah